"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February

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William Shakespeare

You can talk about Shakespeare's life, work, share some dialogues, ask question related to his plays. @Xanthippe will definitely help you as she is a true follower of Shakespeare. In other words, crown princess of Shakespeare's legacy.

I am reading Romeo and Juliet. Don't be surprised! I need a reference for a discussion. So, I found these lines. I thought to share them with you. @Xanthippe

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she.Be not her maid, since she is envious;Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.It is my lady, O, it is my love! (10)O that she knew she were!She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold: 'tis not to me she speaks.Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyesTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven (20)Would through the airy region stream so brightThat birds would sing and think it were not night.See how she leans her cheek upon her hand O that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek!

@Bubbly, a wrong play. If you have been too fussy, you should be punished. This is 'Taming of the Shrew':

KATHARINA

I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet: The meat was well, if you were so contented.

PETRUCHIO

I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended, And, for this night, we'll fast for company:

I could be well moved, if I were as you: If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine, But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion: and that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this; That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd, And constant do remain to keep him so.

CINNA

O Caesar,--

CAESAR

Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?

DECIUS BRUTUS

Great Caesar,--

CAESAR

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?

CASCA

Speak, hands for me!

CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR

CAESAR

Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.

Dies

CINNA

Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.